Santino didn抰 say anything.
I bit my lip coyly and got down to my knees in front of him. 揕et me make it up to you.?
He scowled down at me. 揧ou really think a blow job and sex is going to make everything better? I抦 more than my cock.?
My heart clenched. He was so much more to me, but he couldn抰 be. 揧ou know Clifford is my fianc? I can抰 very well send him off without spending a bit of time with him after he crossed the Atlantic to be with me.?
Santino gripped my arms and pulled me to my feet. 揑 need to catch up on sleep.?
Without another word, he walked into his bedroom. We抎 spent every night together in the last few weeks but I could sense that I wasn抰 welcome in his bed tonight, so I went over to my bedroom.
Maybe it was my memory but I could still smell sex.
I sank down on the bed, feeling torn. Santino and I had only just started sleeping with each other and I could tell it had already changed how we felt about each other. Santino had become possessive and I definitely felt emotionally attached to him. How much worse would it be in a few months from now? Or in a year?
Could we really keep risking it?
My lunch with Clifford was pleasant and surprisingly uneventful. If he noticed the lingering tension between me and Santino, he kept his thoughts to himself. I was glad. I really didn抰 want to discuss my complicated relationship with Santino to my fianc?
Luckily, Clifford had a cousin who studied at Sorbonne and planned to spend the rest of the day with him. Knowing he had other people he wanted to visit in the city made me feel less obligated to spend time with him, which was good because I could only think about Santino anyway.
He had barely spoken to me all morning, treating me like he had in the past.
It bothered me, which in turn made me wonder how it would be once we were forced to return to a solely professional relationship.
On our drive back to the apartment after my lunch with Clifford, I turned to him. 揥hat are we doing, Santino? We抮e supposed to have fun. If you抮e constantly pissed because I have to interact with Clifford then it抯 going to be really tough on the both of us. You know I can抰 ignore him. I抦 not kissing him or doing anything else.?
揑 know,?Santino gritted out.
揟hen why are you being so hostile to me??
揑抦 pissed.?
I widened my eyes comically. Did he think I hadn抰 noticed?
He sighed, his fingers around the steering wheel turning white from pressure.
揑 know you have to talk to him. I know he抯 your fianc?and your future. I抦 mostly pissed at myself because I didn抰 think it would bother me that much. But I really don抰 like the idea of sharing you.?
揧ou aren抰 sharing me now.?
揑 guess not, but I will eventually.?
揘ot really,?I said quietly. 揃ecause once I抦 married, we can抰 be together anymore.?I realized I no longer thought we抎 stop once we were back in Chicago?
揟hat抯 a consolation,?Santino muttered.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the window. Maybe it would be best if we stopped this now.
揑抣l try to get a grip, all right? It抣l be tough but I do my best to ignore Cliffy抯 existence.?
I opened my eyes and smiled slightly. 揋ood, because I don抰 want to give up what we have just yet.?
Despite our conversation, our relationship remained strained in the days after my meeting with Clifford. I wanted it to return to how it was.
I missed the banter and the uninhibited sex. Our last intercourse had felt just like that. Polite intercourse.
I leaned in the doorway to Santino抯 room as he did push-ups. 揧ou know, Sonny, I would have never pegged you as a pussy who lets emotions ruin a perfectly good sex life.?
I stifled a grin at the look on Santino抯 face.
He pushed to his feet, his sweats hanging low on his hips and sweat glistening enticingly on his upper body. 揇id you just call me pussy??
I shrugged with a teasing smile. This felt good, safer.
Santino stalked toward me and I whirled around but before I could dash away, he slung an arm around my waist and slapped my ass hard. I gasped, but he simply lifted me up and carried me over to the bed where he draped me over his lap. Santino抯 palm smashed against my ass again梕ven harder. I jerked with a cry, my shock-widened eyes darting up to Santino抯 face. 揂re you cra??
Santino shoved away my panties, and I moaned, my head falling forward when he slid two fingers into me. As usual, our banter had already prepped me well and my muscles welcomed him gladly.
揑f I抎 known this would shut you up, I would have fingerfucked you over my lap sooner.?
I hung limply over his strong legs as he eased his long fingers in and out. His other hand massaged my ass.
I breathed through my nose, my eyes falling shut.